Sixteen years ago today … I got married to Margie.
And there’s not been a single moment I’ve ever regretted it. Not a day goes by, or a time I’m with her ever passes, without my being utterly and completely grateful, feeling wonderfully blessed, that she chose to share her life with me.
(Yeah, yeah, she says the same thing — but trust me, I got the better end of this deal. And I’ve thought that way for a long time.)
Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. May her breasts satisfy you at all times; may you be intoxicated always by her love.
— Proverbs 5:18-19
It is not necessary to be great to be happy; it is not necessary to be rich to be just and generous and to have a heart filled with divine affection. No matter whether you are rich or poor, treat your wife as though she were a splendid flower, and she will fill your life with perfume and with joy.
— Robert Green Ingersoll, “The Liberty of Man, Woman, and Child” (1877)
To Joanna,
My brilliant and beautiful wife without whom I would be nothing. She always comforts and consoles, never complains or interferes, asks nothing and endures all, and writes my dedications.— Albert Paul Malvino, Electrical Principles, dedication (1993)
Happy Anniversary, my love.